What Zhao Heng said was not to let the Guo brothers and sisters sit down and continue to eat. It was all at this point. The three brothers and sisters could not have any appetite anymore. Zhao Heng didn't want to force them to eat, he just had something to say.

The mouth disease is the reverse scale of King Shou, and the King of Chu and others know it well. Since he said he wanted to talk to the Guo brothers and sisters, his elder brother, King Rui of Chu, and the fourth prince, gave a wink.

King Rui nodded and called the fourth prince. The two of them left in advance. Before leaving, King Rui comforted Zhao Heng again and said, "We are brothers and sisters, Duanhui is still a child. I occasionally say angry words. Don't take it seriously. I will come to the palace to teach Duanhui a lesson and ask her to come and apologize to you."

Zhao Hengli ignored it.

King Rui knew that he was such a lonely temper and did not think it was offensive, so he took the fourth prince away.

Zhao Heng left his seat and looked at Song Jianing and said, "Let's go."

Song Jianing was scared when Princess Duanhui laughed at Zhao Heng for being stuttering with mercy. Her face was pale and bloodless. After all, the dispute between the prince and the princess was caused by her. Compared with Princess Duanhui being scolded in public, Zhao Heng was scared to death by the courage to be humiliated in public, because she was afraid that the future emperor would take his anger on her.

Hearing Zhao Heng's cold word, Song Jianing felt chill all over, but he didn't dare to refuse to follow. He looked at Guo Shu helplessly, and turned around and wanted to follow.

Guo Shu was very worried, but King Shou, who was least favored by Emperor Xuande, was so terrifying that he was more angry than his uncle. He didn't dare to speak out for a moment. The King of Chu had no scruples, thinking that his younger brother was going to vent his anger on an eleven or 2-year-old girl, and followed up and persuaded, "Third brother, Duanhui is all blamed for making trouble for this girl, don't make things difficult for this girl."

If she couldn't eat enough, she would be ridiculed by Princess Duanhui. The King of Chu looked at Song Jianing, who was as white as paper, and really couldn't bear to be punished innocently.

"Worry too much." Zhao Heng squinted his eyes and went to the study without looking back.

The King of Chu was shocked and worried. What was his sentence too much?

He couldn't understand, and Song Jianing, who was so scared that he had no time to guess. Finally, he looked at his cousin and followed Zhao Heng with pity. They were all in the front yard, and the side hall where he was eating was not far from the study room. He walked around a corridor. Song Jianing was trembling and dared to look at the belt of the future emperor. The study room was too quiet, as quiet as a cave hiding countless beasts. No one knew what would suddenly run out in the next moment.

There is a hall in the middle of the study, the East Room is a collection of books, and the West Room is a studio. Zhao Heng went directly to the West Room.

Song Jianing followed like a tail, and Zhao Heng went in. She subconsciously raised her hand to push away the curtain that was about to fall. Unexpectedly, the prince in front of her stood by the door and stopped moving, and the curtain that was lifted by someone was still falling. Song Jianing looked up in surprise and confronted Zhao Heng's appearance of holding the curtain for her. The young man's skin was as white as jade, and although his eyebrows were distant, he did not have any anger, and it was cold and not cold.

Song Jianing was stunned, and it was not until this time that she noticed that in just over half a year, the prince had grown a lot taller. It was obviously one year younger than Guo Xiao, but now they were almost the same size, but Guo Xiao was stronger, as sharp as a sword unsheathed, Zhao Heng was thin and as elegant as bamboo repairing in the deep forest.

Such men are afraid to approach them recklessly, but they are not too afraid.

Song Jianing was not so panicked. If he really wanted to punish her, how could he pick a curtain for her? Not only was he not afraid, Song Jianing suddenly felt that the future emperor looked cold and was actually very careful and considerate. He would ask her if she wanted to pick persimmons. He would kindly help her to make up food when others laughed at her and stop her in time when Princess Duan Hui ridicule her.

The future emperor is a very good person.

"Thank you, Prince." I was not afraid anymore. Song Jianing remembered the rules, thanked Fuli first and then stepped in. He subconsciously looked at Zhao Heng's study room first, but did not see the expected rows of bookshelves, only saw the pine stone bonsai in the corner. In the huge study room, there was only a rectangular desk of red sandalwood, one table and one chair, two Duobao Pavilions in the east and west, one neatly placed on one porcelain bottle and porcelain jar, and the other was filled with various paper.

There were too few things, and Song Jianing looked at the desk. It was full of plain furnishings, only a big yellow persimmon that was so eye-catching.

Song Jianing opened his mouth in a daze. This seemed to be the persimmon king she picked for him, right?

Just as he was thinking, the man behind him put down the curtain and walked towards the desk, lifted his clothes and sat down, looking at her with black eyes. Song Jianing approached with breath and focused, stopped three steps away from the man, and bowed his head to apologize: "Prince, I blame me for what happened just now. The princess is disrespectful to you because of me. You should punish me."

Then I secretly added in my heart: Don’t hold back if you have any grievances, it will hurt your body.

After realizing this person's goodness, Song Jianing felt a little sad. The prince in Yushu was so noble. He tried not to speak as much as possible, but he had to bear the sarcasm and sympathy from other princes and daughters. Even the emperor's father was partial to him. Other sons gave him the princess, so he refused to marry his third son. Emperor Xuande was so bad. King Shou was still filial. Later, he ascended the throne and actually kept his filial piety for three years. The opera said that the emperor could use the moon to replace the sun.

The more Song Jianing thought about it, the more he felt that King Shou was good.

Seeing that her eyelashes kept fluttering, Zhao Heng seemed to be worried about his punishment. He looked at it for a while before asking, "What are you guilty?"

Song Jianing pursed his lips and thought seriously: "I shouldn't sneeze in front of the prince." It's a bad thing for sneeze.

Zhao Heng smiled, and it was fleeting, and the little girl who looked down respectfully did not see it.

"No obstacle." He said authentically without any emotion.

Song Jianing looked at him nervously: "Aren't you angry?"

Zhao Heng shook his head slightly, looked at her moist almond eyes and asked, "Isn't you full?"

When she mentioned her embarrassing things, Song Jianing blushed and lowered her head to deny: "I'm full, my third brother is talking nonsense."

Zhao Heng didn't believe it: "The truth."

Song Jianing trembled with courage and nodded without permission.

"It's me, I'm not very well-received." Zhao Heng said slowly. Since he rarely spoke to his father, he said so many words in front of someone other than his elder brother for the first time.

Song Jianing didn't know the meaning of these words, she felt flattered and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, you, you are pretty good..."

Her cheeks were red, which was more charming than the best rouge. Zhao Hengxi's calligraphy and paintings were more sensitive to the ultimate good colors in the world. Looking at Song Jianing's little face, he was distracted and wondered whether he could configure such pigments, while half curious and half teasingly asked, "Where's the best?"

Perhaps the answer to this question is the reason why she likes him, the reason other than the face.

Song Jianing was just polite. The prince was not very comfortable in treating himself. She didn't say he was good. Do you still agree? Zhao Heng suddenly asked the reasons for praise. Song Jianing was unprepared and hesitated and made up temporarily: "Prince, the prince invites us to visit..."

What Zhao Heng wanted to hear was not this, and he denied: "Just accompanying guests, it doesn't count."

He couldn't say long stories, and he had deliberately practiced short sentences to try not to get stuck, but carefully distinguished, especially when there were fewer people, he could still hear that the pause between his two words was a little longer than others.

Song Jianing had no feelings at all, so he continued to make up his good things and blinked his eyes and said, "You, you allow me and my sister to pick persimmons and also gave us a basket."

This is considered good. Although it is not what Zhao Heng wants to hear, he cannot refute it. He followed her words and exposed this: "You like persimmons?"

Song Jianing nodded awkwardly and admitted it, but there was no response for a while. Just as Song Jianing was about to take a look, a fair hand suddenly came to her. The man's palm was far wider than hers, holding a big yellow persimmon. The persimmon was very ripe, and the thin layer of skin was almost unable to cover the rich flesh inside, and the fragrance of fruit came to her face.

Song Jianing was not full just now and didn't eat much at all. She was still hungry. Suddenly, she saw the persimmon she liked, and she couldn't help swallowing her saliva and gurgled, and she heard it herself.

"Eat it." Zhao Heng whispered.

Song Jianing was embarrassed, there was no bowl here, so he only peeled persimmons with his hands, and ate indecently, and whispered: "This is what the prince likes..."

Before he finished speaking, he interrupted: "Eat."

There was a missing "ret", and the powerful and powerful spoke again. Song Jianing did not dare to disobey, so he took the persimmon, thought for a while, and discussed with a blushing face: "Prince, can I take it home and eat it?"

Zhao Heng immediately said: "No."

He brought her to the study. When she went back, she held a persimmon in her hand. What was it to ask others to see?

There was no way out, so Song Jianing had to be ordered to eat persimmons. Feeling the prince's gaze, Song Jianing first to tear apart a small piece of persimmon skin, and the tender and plump flesh inside was immediately exposed, and the juice was forced to flow out. Song Jianing was anxious to block it with his mouth, for fear that the juice would fall and dirty the prince's floor.

After taking a few sips in a row, it was finally no longer flowing, but when Song Jianing looked up, there was juice on both sides of her mouth. She didn't notice it. Seeing the future emperor staring at her, Song Jianing was really embarrassed. He walked to the other side of the desk with a persimmon in his arms, took out a handkerchief, and turned around to eat. Soon, the quiet study sounded the little girl sucked and smashed, and smashed, and smashed.

Zhao Heng turned his head. The delicate and fat girl stood there with her back to him, raising her hands, and her head moved, reminding him of one day when he was painting in an open window, and a chubby sparrow flew in boldly. He held the brush in his hand, and the sparrow was jumping around on the desk, probably thirsty, so he ran to peck at the paint. His round fat head was bit by bit, just like Song Jianing, and finally he drank a mouthful of vermilion paint and flew away.

It was a memory that made him happy, and Zhao Heng was unconsciously immersed in it.

Song Jianing ate a big persimmon as fast as possible, wiped the corners of his mouth, wrapped the persimmon skin with a veil and stuffed it into his purse temporarily. After packing it up, he turned around and turned halfway, Song Jianing was stunned.

Opposite the desk, a young man wearing a moon-white dark-patterned python robe sat sideways. The sun was bleak and warm in the winter afternoon. It poured in through the gauze window, just covering him, illuminating his handsome face and illuminating a smile on his lips. Song Jianing looked at him along his gaze and saw a dark ink inside.

Song Jianing blinked blankly, what's so funny about ink?

At this moment, the young man suddenly moved and looked up at her.

The author has something to say: Zhao Heng: Why do you always stare at me?

Jianing: I dare not look at my face.

Zhao Heng: What are you going to dare to do next?

Jianing: Yes.

Zhao Heng:...Get into the house.

Song Jianing followed in in a daze. After a moment, a shy cry came from the room: "Your Majesty is so bad!"
Chapter completed!